Ermintrude wrote:IS THAT A MUTANT BEER FOUNTAIN I SEE BEFORE MEâ€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦!

Adapted from Shakespeare:

Is this a mountain which I see before me,
Volcano spewing beer? Come, let me drink thee.
I taste thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To tasting as to sight? Or art thou but
A mountain of the mind, hallucination
Proceeding from the LSD-fed brain?

At this point, I'm unable to reconcile the fact that the dagger is used to kill people, and the beer volcano the mortal is imagining is used to get drunk.

(ah, here it is. I was scanning around the (now seemingly massive) FSM forum boards looking for the most appropriate place for the link I found, and I think I found it. I am happy. )

In this serious news article describing how scientists can genetically engineer bactieria to do snazzy things, towards the bottom of the article there's a picture of Our Most Noodly Flying Spaghetti Monster.

A rubber glove may indeed be a way, albeit clumsy, for the FSM to contact us in emergencies. However, the individuals' rough handling of said glove and the glove's subsequent popping is certainly not an appropriate analogy.